Poems about wartime sea duty on a U.S. Navy minesweeper and other hard tasks, such as growing up.
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As if sweeping mines from shipping channels weren't hazard enough, during WWII before satellites were sailing through the skies to pinpoint locations of typhoons or hurricanes and to predict their paths, weather loomed as a constant menace, especially in the tropics, to small ships such as minesweepers. More so even than bombs or torpedoes. Or at least, riding out a hurricane made me believe so. And ship losses pretty much bear me out. So the poems in Sea Chanteys talk about storms as well as things that explode. And they talk about life at sea, for long, long times.
Accompanying these Sea Chanteys are poems about growing up, which may be harder than war time sea duty. Both have an up side, however, that is not ignored in the poems.
Get a copy of Sea Chanteys. Reading it may outfit you with sea legs.